"Report! Hundreds of demon cultivators from the east have landed on the island along the reef!"
"Master! Demonic cultivators are coming from the south to kill us!"
"The head of the family..."
Urgent news came one after another, like the rumbling of bells hanging overhead, shocking the head of the Yu family, Yu Jianli, so much that his face turned pale.
Most of the Yu family members are music practitioners who take music as their way of life and are not good at close combat. They were caught off guard by the demon cultivator and found it difficult to resist. If Yu Jianli had not led the young and strong men in the clan to build a defensive city on the Middle Boundary Island early on, a large number of people would have died by now.
Yu Jianli walked to the edge of the city wall, and indeed saw many figures moving among the reefs in the vague mist. Most of the demon cultivators were strong and sturdy, and they were covered in animal skins and iron armor. In the dim light, they looked as scary as evil spirits.
The Yu Family's disciples had already sealed the city gates, and looked at the approaching demon cultivators with panicked expressions. Most of them were holding zithers or playing zhengs in their arms, and a few who had swords took a look around and gritted their teeth and pleaded, "Master, we can't just defend the city to the death. We are willing to go outside the city to kill the demon cultivators!"
"Why us!" A young man from the Yu family had red eyes. He looked at the increasing number of demon cultivators in despair and asked in a hoarse voice, "Why are we the sound cultivators coming to Zhongjie Island as the first line of defense? And the family master is injured. Where are the other sects in the four continents? Aren't those sword cultivators the most fond of fighting? Why can't we see any trace of them at this time? We believe that there are demon cultivators sneaking across the sea in the three continents of East, West and South, but it is inconvenient for them to come to Zhongjie Island, but what about Tianyin Temple and Qingliu Sword Sect in the North Continent? Doesn't Qingliu Sword Sect claim to be the world's number one sect of cultivation? Now that the demon cultivators are here, where have they gone!"
"Why? Because the Qingliu Sword Sect has shed enough blood. It is time for my Yu Family to step forward."
Yu Jianli's face was solemn. He clenched the jade flute in his hand and said in a deep voice: "I will go to meet the enemy. You guys can just defend the formation for me!"
Without waiting for the tribesmen around him to react, Yu Jianli's spiritual power suddenly burst out, and he flew towards the enemy lightly on the city wall. He pressed the jade flute with his hand, and a murderous song of entry into the battle suddenly resounded in the outer sea!
Yu Jianli's flute sounds were extremely urgent. The Yu family members on the city wall also had solemn expressions, some playing the piano and some beating the drums. The music was unlike the elegant and celestial music of the Yu family in Zhongzhou in the past. Only the cold and solemn murderous intent remained. The spiritual power was stirred by the music and turned into invisible sword blades, which hit the demon cultivators who rushed to the island more and more sharply.
As the music played, most of the demon cultivators were shaken to the point that their internal organs were shattered and they fell to the ground. However, the demon cultivators with higher cultivation behind them did not care about their fallen companions. They stepped over the corpses on the ground and rushed towards the Middle Boundary Island like crazy.
At this time, disciples of the Yu family armed with swords and knives also rushed to the edge of the island, and fought hard with the demon cultivators accompanied by passionate music.
The sound of Yu Jianli's flute became increasingly shrill, and as the music was getting closer, several demon cultivators fell to the ground with every sound.
It was just that he had previously returned Ye Shubai's jade infant, and his injuries were still not healed. In addition, he was a sound cultivator who was not good at fighting, and it didn't take long for him to start struggling after fighting with the powerful demon cultivator.
The demon cultivators who grew up in battles could tell who was the leader of these music cultivators. The two old demon cultivators in the Spirit Transformation Stage glanced at each other hurriedly and flew towards Yu Jianli together.
"Righteous dog, prepare to die!"
"Master!"
Yu Jianli rolled on the ground narrowly to avoid the fatal sneak attack from the two men, but he felt a pain in his chest as several arrows flew out, pierced his chest, and knocked the jade flute in his hand to the ground!
The sound of the flute that led the battle suddenly stopped, and the music on the city wall behind also became a little disordered. The demon cultivators who had just been suppressed by the music cultivators were able to catch their breath instantly, and took the opportunity to fight back, fighting to the death with those sword-wielding Yu family cultivators.
The Yu family musicians on the city wall had never seen such a bloody scene before; they all turned pale and even their hands that were playing the piano were shaking.
"We are a Yu family, why should we fear a fight!"
Suddenly, a young girl's clear shout was heard. A girl with pigtails threw away her harp, snatched the drumstick from the middle-aged man next to her, raised her slender hands high, and struck the drum violently.
She shouted, "Don't stop, keep playing!"
The drums beat and the music started again.
Yu Jianli showed a smile from the bottom of his heart. That was his brother's youngest granddaughter, who had been forced to follow him to guard the island. Previously he thought she was just a delicate little female cultivator, but it turned out that she had already developed the spirit of a cultivator without him noticing when.
He picked up the jade flute with difficulty, and without hesitation, smashed it hard against the boulder beside him, and then used the sharp broken flute to pierce the body of the demon cultivator next to him!
The sad and heroic music echoed throughout the entire Middle Boundary Island.
Yu Jianli felt weak and exhausted, but his chest was filled with a burning sensation.
The Yu family was a deserter five hundred years ago.
When the mighty men of the Qingliu Sword Sect and several other clans were fighting for their lives with the demon cultivators, with countless casualties, the Yu Clan retreated to the safest Zhongzhou City. No matter how hellish the outside world had become, they still played music and spent their days numbly, rejecting requests for help from countless sects on the grounds that "we music cultivators hate fighting."
At that time, it was the senior sword and knife cultivators who stood in front, protecting the people of the four continents with their flesh and blood, and also protecting the group of sound cultivators who had managed to survive.
I have paid back what I owe to Ye Shubai.
It’s time to repay what we owe to the four continents.
It turns out that the sound cultivators of my Yu family can also proudly stand in front of the common people and act as shields. It turns out that the fallen predecessors in the past had this kind of mood when resisting the invasion of demon cultivators. It turns out that this world is not about retreating again and again to protect yourself. It turns out that "war" can be so satisfying!
This elegant middle-aged man was fighting with the demon cultivator with a broken flute in his hand. His body was covered with wounds, but there was a light in his eyes.
He shouted out loud—
"This time, my Yu family will not retreat again!"
The moment he said this, Yu Jianli saw the two demon cultivators flying towards him. However, he was no longer able to fight and could only turn around and charge into the demon cultivators' formation, trying to get two more to accompany him before he died.
An extremely strong wind blew from behind Yu Jianli, but he became particularly calm, waiting calmly for death to come.
However, the expected pain did not arrive, but instead the screams of the demon cultivator were heard.
Yu Jianli opened his eyes in surprise, only to see a sword cultivator carrying a large sword running towards him with his upper body naked. He slashed with the sword in his hand repeatedly, and gusts of strong wind blew behind him, crushing those demon cultivators into pieces.
"Haha, Master Yu, why are you still standing there? Hurry up and help Old Jiang and I beat them!"
He knew this person; he was the Jiang family's elder who was at the Spirit Transformation Stage!
He looked up, only to find that hundreds of sturdy sword cultivators had come running towards him at some point, led by a tall and handsome young man. He slashed with the sword in his hand, and he could actually use all of Jiang's Eighteen Swords!
On the other side, the formation cultivators from Chuixue Island, holding formation plates and talismans, moved gracefully among the enemy troops and quickly rescued the wounded Yu family cultivators. The young man in the front held a golden formation plate and threw hundreds of spiritual jades in his hand, and in a blink of an eye, he had set up several killing formations.
The monks from the four continents have arrived to provide support!
Jiang Si waved his sword and laughed loudly, "Thank you for waiting, Patriarch Yu. We are late!"
After rescuing the injured members of the Yu family, Jiang Si chopped more and more, the big knife in his hand was stained with blood red, and he killed one demon cultivator with each sword, as if he was in an empty space.
The demon cultivators in his direction were attacked and forced to retreat step by step. Finally, a slightly thin demon cultivator gritted his teeth and rushed forward, reciting a series of indistinguishable words in a voice that sounded like singing or shouting.
Jiang Si paused his sword, the expression on his face became dazed and numb, and in this life-and-death battle, he slowly closed his eyes, as if he had fallen into a deep sleep.
"Haha! It turns out that trapping this sword cultivator in the spirit is the most effective!"
"Kill him!"
While Qian Lishen was setting up the formation, he secretly paid attention to the movements of the Jiang family, and at the same time he muttered disdainfully to himself and cursed these sword practitioners for being so flashy and always taking off their clothes and fighting to show off.
So when Jiang Si fell for the trick played by that soul-oriented evil cultivator and closed his eyes, Qian Lishen thought that the sword cultivator was going to do something weird to show off.
However, even though the demon cultivators nearby were attacking him, Jiang Si still did not move. Only then did he realize that something was wrong, and he quickly threw out several defensive talismans to form a barrier around Jiang Si.
Then he shouted angrily: "Jiang Si! Do you want to die?"
The drowsy Jiang Si suddenly woke up. When he opened his eyes, he saw the crumbling barrier in front of him. Not daring to think too much, he quickly raised his knife and slashed forward!
When they killed all the demon cultivators who had sneaked onto the island, a ray of light slowly appeared in the originally foggy sky.
It's daybreak.
Jiang Si was exhausted, so he stuck his sword vertically into the black sand to use as a walking stick. He stepped on the corpses of demon cultivators on the ground and turned around, only to see Qian Lishen, who was also exhausted and sitting on the ground.
He laughed out loud for no apparent reason. Qian Lishen rolled his eyes and held back his anger. After all, he was the leader of a sect now and he still had to maintain his dignified image.
Jiang Si didn't care about Qian Lishen's cold attitude. He smiled very brightly and bowed deeply to the young man opposite him very seriously. He said loudly: "Thank you, fellow Daoist Qian, for saving me!"
Qian Lishen was stunned for a moment, then snorted lightly and did not respond. Instead, he got up reluctantly, patted the non-existent black sand on his robes, turned indifferently and walked towards the city.
He took two steps and stopped again.
The young clan leader couldn't help himself after all, and replied to Jiang Si in a sarcastic tone -
"You should be thankful for this!"
At present, the demon cultivators who launched this wave of attacks have been killed. The wounded Yu Jianli struggled to thank the two reinforcements, but was unwilling to go into the city to recuperate.
He frowned and sighed, "The disciples who went to investigate earlier reported that there are far more demon cultivators than just these few. I'm afraid that another powerful enemy will invade soon. I dare not rest for even a moment."
The young man from the Yu family who was unwilling to leave the city to fight the enemy first thanked Qian Lishen and Jiang Si, then held his zither and said angrily: "There are demon cultivators rampaging in Chuixue Island and Dongzhou now, and the two of you came to rescue for the sake of the overall situation, but we didn't see the Qingliu Sword Sect take action..."
"Aneng!"
Yu Jianli rebuked the young man's complaints and said with a guilty look, "My nephew is young and ignorant. I hope the two sect masters will forgive me..."
"Qingliu Sword Sect?" Qian Lishen glanced at the young man, raised his eyebrows slightly, and said coldly: "They are faster and more ruthless than us."
Seeing the young man's puzzled expression, Jiang Si smiled, supported Yu Jianli and said with a smile: "Master Yu, please be at ease. I'm afraid that no more demon cultivators will come in the next two days. Master Ye and Fellow Daoist Wen of the Qingliu Sword Sect had already gone to the rear of the demon cultivators before us and intercepted the large group of demon cultivators on the sea!"
The young man from the Yu family blushed and hesitated for a long time without daring to speak.
The girl who was beating the drum just now brightened her eyes when she heard this. She clenched the drumstick and called out softly, "Is it Wen Yun, Fairy Wen?"
When she mentioned Wen Yun's name, her cheeks flushed with excitement, and her expression was quite similar to those of the new disciples at the Tenth Peak.
"Yes, it is Wen Yun."
Jiang Si looked towards the other side of the sea and was filled with emotion: "I have not seen the strength of Sect Leader Ye yet, but since he was able to teach a disciple as brilliant as Fellow Daoist Wen, I think he must be a terrifyingly powerful swordsman, right?"
Unfortunately, Jiang Si guessed wrong.
Because the master now is not Ye Shubai, but Wen Yun.
The spiritual power in the outer sea is thin and difficult to replenish. Once it is exhausted, it will be difficult to continue. However, magic can be directly drawn from the magic stone, so it is another excellent method...
So Wen Yun pressed the little fire dragon's head and let it chew off many small portable magic stones from the giant magic stone, and then forced the pig to spit them out to replenish magic power.
This cruel thing almost made Charmander cry out loud.
"You are abusing my pet! I want to terminate the contract with you!"
Wen Yun's hard heart didn't soften at all. He took out a magic stone from its mouth and replied calmly: "Okay, before the contract is terminated, you just need to return all the magic stones you stole to me."
The little fire dragon shut up and gnawed the magic stone obediently, tears flashing in its round eyes. In the end, Ye Shubai relented and rewarded it with two sparkling gems to comfort it.
Wen Yun handed the magic stone to Ye Shubai, looked coldly at the two giant magic boats below, and nodded: "Ye Xiaobai, have you learned all the spells I just taught you?"
Ye Shubai nodded solemnly, took a silk handkerchief quietly in his hand, and wiped the dragon's saliva off the magic stone.
"Okay, here's your chance to practice."
The moment Wen Yun finished speaking, Ye Shubai closed his eyes and whispered a low-level magic spell, then began to draw magic power from the magic stone in his hand to cast magic.
The little fire dragon flapped its wings and sneered: "Hey, listen to this weird dragon language accent. If you can cast a spell successfully by reciting the dragon language spell like this, I will give you all the gems in my nest..."
Before he could finish his words, Ye Shubai had already whispered the last syllable of the spell, revealing the name of this low-level magic.
“… the rain came.”
The dark clouds around them suddenly began to gather slowly, and before long, countless bean-sized raindrops fell rapidly from the clouds, and heavy rain fell in this small area!
Charmander: “Hmm?”
This is a very common low-level magic in the magic world and is also a frequently used magic. However, the lethality of this magic is almost zero. It is mostly used to bring artificial rainfall to dry fields or to cool down in summer. It is also a means for low-level magicians to earn a living.
Of course, there is no shortage of water on the open sea, and it is not hot either.
So this is magic used to kill people.
When the rainstorm fell, the demon cultivators on the magic boat did not think anything was wrong. After all, there were often heavy rains in the open sea, which was not unusual.
They were still happily planning how to divide the resources after conquering the four continents, and were talking vulgarly about which state had the most beautiful female cultivators. They had even started to arrange a massacre competition in advance.
However, the rain was getting heavier and heavier, soaking the magic boat completely. Some magic cultivators who were not afraid of the rain and were standing on the deck looked up and found that there seemed to be two figures appearing in the rain.
Yet not one of them could raise a warning voice.
The dragon bone staff was waved gently, and accompanied by the heavy rain brought down by Ye Shubai, Wen Yun chanted in a low and elegant dragon language, speaking out the second half of this combination of magic.
It is also a more cold and cruel spell—
"Thousands of miles of ice."